|Reviewed by Barbara Smith
|Susan, great poetry...loved the metaphor's and the sounds I hear as your voice comes through line after line. An excellent write!|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Sis, this is splendid poetry, I can see why it's a favorite of yours. Unique in the deep way its rhythm spellbinds...A joy to read!
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|YES!!! Others have mentioned the strong rhythm and it reminds me of burnished metal being hammered. Such beautiful tension here as the two are forged in body, mind and spirit... a glorious alchemy and wonderful metaphor. That amazing photograph is like eternal mirrors. Amazing depth. Great poetry, Susan! K xx|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Mesmerizing, powerful lines that will linger long after having been read: well done. yes.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|A very captivating piece and pictue, Susan.|
|Reviewed by Pierre Ortega
|This is one of my favorites of yours, Do we only steal those few moments in the comfort of others in search of our true soulmates? Excellent write Pierre.|
|Reviewed by Walt Hardester
|Content once more
|Reviewed by Douglas Bentley
Quick pulsating lines
That flow and rhyme
To a climactic end.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Oh this one is a definate keeper my lady, I love the rythmic almost medival feel to this one as you wend out the story from the graphic. Great work.
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Wonderful! Why am I thinking about fire and paper?
|Reviewed by H Cruz
|beautifull Susan, thank you.|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|1973, the world was in black and white then, and micheal jackson was black....
Amazing atmosphere hee, but this would not be my fav of yours, my fav would be bout us in the potting shed last summer, seya in the barn later....